” She said shyly.“If either of us are to be called anything, we both are. But we enjoyed each other privately, we had special moments, just me and...you, and no one else’s concerns.” I commented.She smiled broadly and bent to kiss my forehead, saying “Thank you, thank you! So sick of the judgement double standard.”I wanted to question her, but I was just waking. She could volunteer what she wanted. She thought, and then spoke;“I’ve given in to going to bed with a few one nighters, and put up with. I now lay on top of her slightly and we kissed. I told her how beautiful she was and told if she wanted to stop, to just tell me. She nodded her head, and I started to finger her pussy again as we kissed. I then slowly started to kiss down her neck, eventually tonguing and sucking her hard little nipples, and as I continued fingering her wet pussy, kissing down her chest and stomach, I wanting to taste her pussy. She stopped me, trying to pull me back up, saying, “No, don’t,” and tried to close. When I go to see what he is going to wear he is naked with a roaring erection sorting through clothes on the rack. “Did I give you that honey?,” I tease, already aware of his thick, nine-inch erection while he was oiling me, as I watch him deciding which cock ring he is going to slide onto his erection, before I leave to freshen my make up.Five minutes later I hear him greeting two men I have never met who I expect to sexually pleasure me shortly. Where did he discover these men, I muse?“Chris. She kept right on watching, just biting one nail and looking over her shoulder from time to time. “I'm wet.” She sighed, touching one breast.“I know you must be.” I hissed. “Won't it hurt without some kind of lube?” She asked with a small smile. “Yes but I don't care.”“Panty burn? Am I really that hot?” she asked, reaching across the table to take over. The table wasn't very sturdy and she couldn't fist me very well like this but she was touching my cock and that was enough. Her fingers were.